The only person

Last night, I saw a series of student plays. One of them was two acts about a male and a female trapped in a play. They don't know it's a play, but they can't see beyond the stage nor leave it, and the crowd is a blackness where they can see shapes moving, like people. The first act deals with their fear. Being watched. Possibly being judged. Their confusion.

The second act takes place in a bedroom. They try to escape but find that all windows and doors lead to blackness. Confined to this room they come to understand that the other is all that they have, the only person who understands what they're going through. Confused, afraid, they cling to each other, kiss, and fall onto the bed. The lights fade out. The curtain falls.

The woman, she comes out from behind the curtain, and to applause, she bows. When the applause is done, you can hear whimpering from behind the curtain. And then a scream. And then a male's voice yelling out, hello? Where are you? Where did you go? Silence, and then whimpered out, hello? The female, her shoes clicking, she walks off stage. After the clicking subsides, all you can hear is whimpering.